Page 71 of Loving Leo

“How about a Cabernet Sauvignon. That should pair well.”

I grab a bottle and pour him a glass. He stares at it and then takes a sip.

“Oh, this is nice. Much better than the box stuff I buy.”

I grin at that. “I like spoiling you, I think.”

He blushes at that, wiggling in his seat.

“I’m fine with that as long as I get to spoil you too. Probably just in the bedroom since I can’t afford things like this.”

“I don’t want you to afford anything. You don’t need to earn my affection. I like you just the way you are.”

His cheeks darken and he peers at me over his wine glass. “You like me?”

I arch an eyebrow at him and he grins saucily.

“Seems I do, Leo. It seems I quite like you.”

His grin widens and he sighs. “This is so romantic. I can’t believe you did all of this for me.”

“You deserve it. Plus, I haven’t seen you in a few days and I wanted to impress you.”

“You impress me just by existing, but this is definitely in the plus column.”

I turn my back on him, biting back the stupid smile on my face. Leo fucking gets me and it makes me ridiculously gleeful.

When I turn back around, the glass of wine is empty and Leo is smacking his lips.

“Jesus, did you breathe when you drank that?”

“It went down so smoothly. I gulped it down.”

He looks sheepish, so much so in fact that I walk over to him, setting his plate down in front of him and pressing a deep kiss to his lips, tasting the wine lingering there.

“I’m glad. I’ll pour you another.”

After I grab my own plate, I pour him a second glass and myself one as well before sitting next to him at the island. I could have had a candlelit table set up, but this almost seems more intimate, more personal.

Domestic even.

“Oh god, this is divine,” Leo groans and the sounds make me hornier than I should be. “Fuck, marry me. Tonight. Let’s go to Vegas.”

I peer over at him, my heart thumping in my chest at the declaration. I know it was made in jest, but still, something about the thought of it makes me warm inside. And afraid.

“Oh fuck, this is so good,” he continues to mutter, shoveling food into his mouth and gulping down the wine in the process. He’s eating like a barbarian, but the way he’s moaning, just completely enjoying it, makes me happier than I should be. Lana would always pick at her food.

I love the gusto with which Leo seems to do things.

He is so full of life. He’s exciting in ways I didn’t know I needed. Everything with him is fun and not boring at all.

“Oh shit, I ate that so fast,” he groans, leaning back and letting out a small burp. “I may want seconds.”

I stare down at my full plate and then back at him.

“Did you breathe?”

“No. I only exhaled. Now I feel like I might pass out. Since when did you become such a good cook?”

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